Monday, November 16, 2009

by the real sea...

"thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair
tangling in the tide's green fall...

a lone beachcomber squats among the wrack
of kaleidoscopic shells
probing fractured Venus with a stick...

though the mind like an oyster labors on and on,
a grain of sand is all we have."

[lines are from Sylvia Plath's "Two Lovers and a Beachcomber By the Real Sea"

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